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He doesn’t argue with a single thing I’ve said. He knows each word is true. Just like I do.

I’m cold and hot at the same time. My nipples are hard, my skin heating like I have a fever. Elio’s the point of infection. I know he is. But as I sigh and feel the inevitable rush of pre-climax expanding in my body, I don’t know how I’ll find the cure.

I can’t look at him, can’t hold his gaze when I come. I cry out, then try to swallow the sound, my body crunching forward, my chin falling towards my chest. My fingers work faster, faster, then slow as I grow overly sensitive, everything constricting and pulsing inside. When I finally do flutter my eyes open, Elio is there, right in front of me. His thumb and fingers go to my jaw, and he bends slightly. Dizzily, pussy pounding, I wonder if he’s about to kiss me.

He gets one breath away from my mouth before he whispers, “Make sure they’re good and wet before you take them off.”

“I don’t need to check,” I hiss. I can already tell they’re soaked. But Elio isn’t satisfied by that, apparently. He grips my waist and lifts me until I’m seated on the counter, then grabs my knees, forcing my legs apart. I let him do it, let him look, if only so that everything is up to par and I don’t have to go through this entire insane situation all over again because he didn’t get what he wanted the first time around.

Nervously, I glance at him, and my heart practically stops. The intensity on his face is astounding. It’s so focused that at first glance he almost looks expressionless. But on second glance, I can see the tension ticking in his muscles, the fathomless, raging hunger that turns his eyes into burning black holes focused between my legs.

Licking my lips, I glance down, trying to see what he sees, to understand why he looks like that. My pale thighs are spread wide on the counter, my skin in stark contrast to his dark gloves. Pretty blue silk covers my pelvis, and the fabric is dark with slick wetness where it sits snugly over my entrance.

Elio inhales roughly, then draws a single finger up and down that wet area. My body responds instantly, nerves raw and ready for more of what I shouldn’t want. He presses firmly, driving some of the soaking fabric ever-so-slightly inside me, and my hips buck in inevitable reaction.

“Just take them off. Just take them,” I moan, the muscles of my thighs twitching as Elio strokes shallowly through silk and leather into my core.

“Not yet,” he rasps. “Need more.”

“But… you said…”

I’m squirming against his touch. Rubbing my clit was one thing, but this, this firm, slow, nowhere-near-deep-enough touch below, is something else entirely. Part of me wants to fling myself off the counter and away from him.

Another part wants to slide the panties to the side so he can put that finger all the way in. Would he leave the glove on while he did it?

“You said I just had to… get them wet,” I pant. “I came. I did what you told me to. I-”

“One more,” he says, orders, demands. “Give me one fucking more.” His finger drives the silk a little further in, entering me deeper and tightening the fabric against my clit in the most intoxicating way.

“I… I can’t. I-”

“One hundred thousand.”

His voice is tight and urgent. My eyes, which had fallen closed, fly open. I find him staring at his hand on my silk-clad pussy, and something like satisfaction flares inside me when I realize he’s losing control of this situation and he knows it. He’s losing control because of his own twisted desire. Desire for me. Desire he can’t keep a leash on no matter how hard he tries. He took me for my music, but he can’t fight how much he wants the rest of me, too.

And it gives me an idea. A terrible, damning idea. An idea that I could regret for the rest of my god-forsaken life.

The words tumble from my mouth just as I come again, making them breathy and shaky. If it isn’t for the way Elio completely turns to stone, I wouldn’t even be sure if he hears them.

“How much,” I pant and moan, trying not to grind desperately against his finger as I explode, “would you pay for my virginity?”

Chapter 24

Elio

Every muscle in my body seems to shut down when Deirdre’s words register. I’m trying to come to terms with them. And come to terms with my own response.

Trying to come to terms with the fact that it turns out I want her any way I can have her. In every way. Even if I have to pay. Even if I have to compromise everything I thought this was, what I thought that this would be.

I want to fucking tell her I’d give her everything, everything for that. Money, power, jewels. A thousand and one violins. Buy her a small country. Slit my fucking neck and bleed out if she asked me to, just so I could have my cock inside her when I die.

Well, shit.

I am, without a single shadow of a doubt and in every possible, conceivable, inevitable way, absolutely, categorically, one hundred percent fucked.

I will lose my mind, maybe even lose everything, over this girl. I’ve already started losing control.

And I never, ever lose control.

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